Zayn's POV
It was Saturday, Niall was trying to pash me again... He was so bad that it was adorable
"Here... Let me help" I mumbled
"What?" Niall asked
"Just open your mouth and let me"
Niall did as I said and I immediately put my tongue into his mouth. I lifted his tongue, nudging it up and then tried to get him in sync but... He couldn't do it sober. He'd done it perfectly when he was drunk every time but sober he couldn't because he told me he didn't know what to do
"Maybe we should just build up to that" I laughed "okay?"
"Okay"
"We can just kiss"
"I know you wanted to make out with me so-"
"Don't worry about it" I chuckled "I don't need my tongue in your mouth to be happy. Having you makes me happy enough
"Aw, Zaynie" Niall cooed
I blushed and Niall smiled cutely, hugging me loosely
"What do you want to do?" I asked
"Move half my wardrobe here" Niall sighed
"Then I'll move half mine to yours" I agreed
"Wait... You'd let me do it?" He asked
"Course sweetheart" I smiled "then we don't have to borrow clothes all the time"
"I think you should just bring shirts" Niall said quietly "then you have to wear my shorts"
"No fucking way" I laughed
"I reckon you got nice legs" Niall smiled "so it'll look cute on you"
"Maybe once" I glare "but only because you want me to"
"Niall smiled and I emptied one of my drawers, carrying the clothes in my hand and then going to Niall's house... I was supposed to take him home now.
He opened the door and I followed him to his bedroom. He started unpacking his drawers and gave me four pairs of jeans shorts, still having five more... He had nine pairs of girly shorts?
He left the stuff on his desk and changed directly in front of me, giving me a wink. My eyes widened as he slid his hand down himself and then grabbed his junk
I licked my lips, staring at his hard on... I wanted that. Niall started to palm himself, moaning softly
I gulped... Everything he did made me just want to set myself on fire...
"Zaynie" he gasped
I walked toward him, removing his hand and replacing it with my own. I palmed him and when he fingers curled round my wrists I felt like my entire body had ignited.
Niall moaned some more. Getting me to palm him a little but harder. He was innocent and that's what I loved about him. Something like this rarely happened but when it came up I was glad to take the opportunity.
"Stop now" Niall whispered "n-no more"
I removed my hand and kissed his lips. He put on a pair of jeans shorts and stayed shirtless
"I want to cuddle" Niall mumbled, putting his arms underneath and under my pits, his wrists resting on my back as he clasped my shoulders
"Alright baby"
He smiled and took my hand, leading me to his bed. I sat down and Niall did too, getting out his phone and laying in my lap.
He started taking pictures, pursing his lips and sticking out his tongue... He was just the cutest.
